活着的石头村庄见雪的时候,我正一个人穿行在大山的肋骨间。一些旧时光温黄如灯,被河流带远又带近,浮起在川泽的褶皱里,若隐若现。大河两岸,安静地栖息着很多古村落,单听名字已经各具典意,诸如黑虎寨、木头峪、杏林庄、泥河沟、黄河峁,等等。仿佛一个个音节呼出,就有一个个活脱脱的旧物奔出来,澎湃着经久不息的黄河水。以黄河为 When I saw the snow in the living stone village, I walked alone among the ribs of the mountain. Some of the old time warm yellow lights, far and away with the river belt, floating in the folds of Chuan Ze, looming. Both sides of the river, quietly habitat with many ancient villages, just listen to the name has its own meaning, such as Black Tiger Village, Wood Valley, Xinglin Zhuang, mud River ditch, the Yellow River, and so on. As if a syllable exhaled, there is a living out of the old things running out, surging surging Yellow River water. To the Yellow River